Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.